I miss the days of innocence
Days when bucks didn't matter
Days where my only worries was to have the next meal
Local dish of yam mixed with local palm oil
With chattering voices beyond the balcony
Days of utmost innocence
Walking through paths unbothered
Not worried about what tomorrow holds
Our only worry was what today beholds
Days when dreams were just casual
Coming from stories we've heard
Days when all everyone wanted to be
Was doctors lawyers and accountants
Days when we haven't had a bite of the Eve's apple
When our eyes, ears and thoughts
were still clouded with uttermost innocence
